C-Bo - Ride Till We Die lyrics

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C-Bo - Ride Till We Die lyrics

I keep a four with a trunk full a pumps that'll jump Fat heat under the seat and I dunk With the craziest n***a the shadiest n***a the [Incomprehensible] f** some crystal we on the yak in the bug With a strap full of slugs, n***a Any one of you n***as try to jack, get capped in your mug, n***a It's the loca for sho' I go for broke With the loaded 44 revolver aimed at your throat I gotta pain vain just as shady as a game Three lick again, 40 b**hes on my cain Slanging that lolo smoking that dojo, back for more dough Packing that desert eagle it's me and my n***a C-BO Keep the lethal illegal channel, we trying to see more Trunk full of kilos in back of the regal Twin evil ditching the brews so kicking the Jews For 2 raw commercial n***as with nothing to lose We gonna ride till we die, stay high to the sky Gulf a** chucks, t-shirts and Levis Cheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddar To all the G's serving the second or third letter We gonna ride till we die, stay high to the sky Gulf a** chucks, t-shirts and Levis Cheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddar To all the G's serving the second or third letter Look in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane No, it's me Dub-C letting my bandanna swang Watching them all walkin', my dance with rocks in my pants Glokking my cant's, Chuck Taylor's and contra pants All my booth flannel, my lolo, my ammo scheam a** for the scandal 'Cuz n***as be in your court sayin' he's a soprano But dead n***as can't talk, f** the DA It's C-BO and Dub on this criminal replay f** toning, sh** down I'm fit to bone a b**h down Me and Dub in the rag [Incomprehensible] hoppin' through the town Crip walkin' to the party like Westside Grab the mike and show them how the West ride Fo banging, hoes hanging, zone stanging Gets no love from the Dub, we got the infrared aiming He's flaming, we banging, seat claiming Give a f** till we die, these n***as ain't changing We gonna ride till we die, stay high to the sky Gulf a** chucks, t-shirts and Levis Cheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddar To all the G's serving the second or third letter We gonna ride till we die, stay high to the sky Gulf a** chucks, t-shirts and Levis Cheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddar To all the G's serving the second or third letter Dub C, plug me, slug me with some game Let it rain, let it drip, hit the switch, make it bang What you claim? Got affiliated mad circle game Thangs celebrate, better feel the flame Two hoes will never change creased khakis and chucks and t-shirt Bandanna on swang, rather it rain, all in the same game sh**, I got the gravy and the sack Yo 'cuz, call that shady n***a back What you mean? What you mean, n***a I got the bomb a** tweed n***a and dirty choppers That I'll make them retrieve n***a, all scandalous, I got it on lock And C-BO, show them how you be banging the guard and block I blow chronic by the pee's, n***a And stay behind it like steam, n***a And keep something up your sleeve, n***a Many 14, 2 2 3's, in my hood we stay jumping out of trees, n***a We gonna ride till we die, stay high to the sky Gulf a** chucks, t-shirts and Levis Cheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddar To all the G's serving the second or third letter We gonna ride till we die, stay high to the sky Gulf a** chucks, t-shirts and Levis Cheese getter, heat winner, burn cheddar To all the G's serving the second or third letter

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